Chapter 17: Hays Golden (III)
My twin, Hart, was a fuckhead. We were identical except for the fact that he was born before me by one minute and three seconds. We were the same otherwise: hair, eyes, height, weight, and likenesses. Everything about us screamed a reflection of the other brother when looking at each other. It was said that when we were in utero, my umbilical cord wrapped itself around his neck and slowly started to strangle him. In truth, it probably didn’t occur on its own because I was proud to take on the role as Hart’s killer. Two doctors worked together on the cord and Hart’s neck, preventing me from prenatal murder. Some days in my adulthood, I wished the doctors hadn’t saved him because we fought about everything after birth. Life was a battle, and we were its key war
